16/ impermanence

Had another try at morphing with these 3 images,
so far unsuccessfully. Can't upload to blog anyway.

Fabulous ephemeral structures

15/ pause

There's a great archeology museum in Istanbul, with
pieces from much of that area's history.
I moved the twin sphinx so they
could experience a night at the museum

& another wonderful collection filled my eyes with
exquisite detail that later flitted over marble panels..
it's such a multi-layered city,
lending itself to labyrinthine thoughts..

14/ travel

Often, there, I felt the pull of history
as one does in a place of myth & legend.
Also a welcome.

These time travellers were gentler visitors in a way,
except when they weren't..

It's the cross-overs, the overlaps of ideas, dreams, myths ~
like the spark of neurons firing
in unexpected ways ~ that really interests me in images.

13/ overlapping times

Perhaps the sculptor of this chimera really saw it.
Now it sees the flocks of sheep, & prepares to dine..

an inter-dimensional event
horizon..what does that mean?

As the trees wave in the wind, if you are ready,
you can sometimes catch a glimpse of former times.

12/ earth memory

Someone wrote their name in stones, across the hillside
now just "I AM'' remains.

We can have these ideas of leaving something tangible
of ourselves,
earth has it's own timetables & destinations.

11/ if walls could speak

If walls could speak & we could understand their language..
imagine

For instance the man who designed the building where these
tiles have been repaired, was conscripted in
Ottoman times, lived to a great age, & is revered to this day
for his marvellous buildings.

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Old cities like Istanbul have an extraordinarily
layered history

The stories of the city walls are myriad,
as they would be: Attila the Hun is said to have turned
instead to Europe, when he saw them.

Then there's the small domestic histories, better than
many paintings, in forgotten corners.
(am noticing how it's easier for me to be
imaginative with the visual mode)

10/ there be dragons

It was a remote volcanic lake, silent, still,
tears were running down my face as I stood gazing
back to a simpler time.
Pre-human.

Traces of those times are harder to see now

You must be quiet, catch small movements from the
side of the eyes: be open to marvels.
It's in that uncharted area, off your known map:
~ there be dragons ~